No more would the remorseless factory hook catch him from his sleep and swing him into the relentless machine.

Never again, would he hear his mother's shrewish voice or feel her heavy, greasy hand about his ears.

He was free--free to read, free to sleep, free to talk, free to drink in the beauty of the lazy hours.

Vaguely he was conscious that one of the wonders that would come would be his own expansion.

He would learn many things which he did not know, things that would fit him for his high estate.